Pony - Sara Watkins

I’ve seen it all boys

I’ve been all over

Been everywhere in the

Whole wide world

I rode the high line

With old blind Darby

I danced real slow

With Ida Jane

I was full of wonder

When I left Murfreesboro

Now I am full of hollow

On Maxwell street

And I hope my Pony

I hope my Pony

I hope my Pony

Knows the way back home

I walked from Natchez

To Hushpukena

I built a fire by the side

Of the road

I worked for nothin in a

Belzoni saw mill.

I caught a

Blind out on the B and O

Talullah’s friendly Belzoni ain’t so

A 44'll get you 99

And I hope my Pony

I hope my Pony

I hope my Pony

Knows the way back home

I run my race with burnt face Jake

Gave him a Manzanita cross

I lived on nothin

But dreams and train smoke

Somehow my watch and chain got lost

I wish I was home in Evelyn’s Kitchen

With old Gyp curled around my feet

And I hope my Pony

I hope my Pony

I hope my Pony

Knows the way back home